Synopsis
Time to Meet The Devil
Julian, who runs a Thai boxing club as a front organization for his family's drug smuggling operation, is forced by his mother Crystal to find and kill the individual responsible for his brother's recent death.
2013 Directed by Nicolas Winding Refn
Julian, who runs a Thai boxing club as a front organization for his family's drug smuggling operation, is forced by his mother Crystal to find and kill the individual responsible for his brother's recent death.
Ryan Gosling Kristin Scott Thomas Vithaya Pansringarm Rhatha Phongam Gordon Brown Tom Burke Byron Gibson Sahajak Boonthanakit Charlie Ruedpokanon Wannisa Peungpa Narucha Chaimareung Danai Thiengdham Kowit Wattanakul Wittchuta Watjanarat Pitchawat Petchayahon Nophand Boonyai Teerawat Mulvilai Aratchaporn Sataed Dujdao Vadhanapakorn Matthew Ryder Oak Keerati Sasapin Siriwanij Nuntiya Thongnoo Saicheer Wongwirot Alisa Wongvisut Byron Bishop Joe Cummings Ron Smoorenburg
Só Deus perdoa, Csak Isten bocsáthat meg, 罪无赦, Ainult Jumal andestab, Sadece Tanri affeder, 落日拳霸, Tylko Bóg wybacza, Samo Bog prašta, Tik Dievas atleidžia, 온리 갓 포기브스, Solo Dios perdona, Solo Dio perdona, Seul dieu pardonne, Тільки Бог вибачить, Только Бог простит, オンリー・ゴッド, Лише Бог пробачить, รับคำท้าจากพระเจ้า, Само Бог прощава, Jen Bůh odpouští, Μόνο Ο Θεός Συγχωρεί, Sólo Dios perdona, Solo Dios Perdona, فقط خدا میبخشه, Seul Dieu pardonne, רק אלוהים סולח, Atleidžia tik dievas, Piedos tikai Dievs, Só Deus Perdoa, Doar Dumnezeu iartă, Len Boh odpúšťa, Samo bog odpušča, Само бог прашта, Sadece Tanrı Affeder, Лише Бог прощає, 唯神能恕
'Only God Forgives' is a bad movie disguised as a good one.
This is a movie where I feel like your level of enjoyment depends entirely on how you approach it. Some people go into it wanting a surreal visual experience, others want a compelling story, others want cool fights and blood. The issue with this film is that it can't make up it's damn mind with what it wants to do.
When it focuses entirely on being an *experience*, I love it. But then it slips into a scene where I'm supposed to, like.....care? Which is not what this movie does best. And then 2 minutes later some dudes gets an arm cut off and it's not surprising or exciting at all. Despite all of this I still managed to stay engaged which I suppose is worth praise.
Just wish it picked a thing it wanted to be and stuck with it.
Refn directing his extreme fetish, karaoke Lynch exploitation movie about masochistic mama's boys and how hands are sorta like penis's that can do violence as if it's some sort of Shakespearean tableaux... Absolute king shit... Film bro 2021 continues.
Only God Forgives is a painting. Paintings don't move. Paintings don't talk. Paintings exhibit colours. Red. Pink. Blue. Gold. Yellow. Refn used warm colours to create serenity, then used serenity to contrast violence; soothing music to contrast gore.
Refn doesn't just stumble his way through a film like some directors do, he's professional and he knows what he wants before the script was even written. In any given moment, colours uniformly fill the entire scene, Cliff Martinez's foreboding score plays softly in the background. The film is a slideshow, frames after frames after frames of paintings. Refn paints with a camera, with lighting, with sound, with bruises, splatters of blood, sexual images, clicking of shoes.
Every stare is too long.…
84/100
Aching, rustling NWR™ trash engulfed in pitch black spaces and sizzling neon. The viewer follows the story of Julien - his presence molded from silence, outspoken in violence - but Mai is the vivid, bleeding heart; daring to stare into the dismissive gaze of Crystal instead of keeping her eyes closed. So much of Refn's film is the product of being aroused, the act of seeing versus clamped eyelids, sexual freedom versus intentional/forced repression. Gaudy clubs, glittering hallways still lead to fatal outbursts, confronted by justice whether they were initiated by vengeance or not. Only God Forgives is an outcry to many, a torturous, impenetrable, unknown provocation, but I find a lot more than visceral horrors within its corridors. "Cause she's my mother." croons Julian; the ultimate defense. Maternal love turned slinky and smooth, hugs transformed into sensuous greetings. Despite its supposed lack of dialogue, nothing is left unsaid.
I liked this even more on a second viewing. The suffocating symmetry. The verging-on-comic portent. The flattened-out humid-hot glow of color so saturated it nearly bleeds. Exultant in such clinical and grisly violence. These things to me are features, not bugs, and the insistent denial of release only allows it to persist, like a drone, in my brain, and I'd feel like a fool to not bask in its wanton, stupid idiosyncrasy.
Obviously the colors were cool and it was shot really nice but I sadly didn’t care about a single thing going on in the story or any of the characters. Always nice to look at Ryan Gosling though, and the poster is so sick.
I lived in a World. A World eternally bathed in Neon. A World showered by Sunshine as rarely as a snowfall in the Sahara. A World so brutal that not a droplet of humanity is sustained. A World where even a Mother is evil, perverse, sadistic and blood thirsty. A World where a Son is castrated by his Mother’s words yet is still bound to her love. A World where a Son can appease his Mother only after her Death. A World where a Son wonders how gifted he would have been if he had never been born, had stayed inside his Mother’s womb and died therein. A World where there is absolutely no remorse. A World which deserves to…